:: creme truffles::
I don't know if he's mine anymore
I love chocolates to death. I don't think you can find a little piece of heaven for $1.20 in a red wrapper any damn where except in a Kit Kat Bar at 7-11. I wish, at a time where adult responsibilities and inane desires are tangled up in a incomprehensible web, that life could be as sweet, as simple, and as much of an aphrodisiac as a bar of chocolate. Bite sized dreams in tempting flavours of choice. Wouldn't Life look good in a Godiva box?